Hi! My name is guilty, but you can call me gray. Oh, wait! Please don't walk away, I'm begging you to stay. I may seem a bit odd. Or maybe even off. But please, don't worry, it's just; friends don't change clocks Regret may bubble on the top of my soul; But the rest of my soul is just an empty bowl. So please I ask you to understand, That guilt has a color and a high demand.